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was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
Yeah, Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he
more perogies on
Please stay, we'd love to have you
Oh, and by the way, my son says he bought an
Album from you on his doorstep in the city"
Mighty
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
price and big homies made ya fight
Niggas ain't wanna see ya nigga be-bop, no
Toe for toe, I beat a nigga down to the flo'
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
caskets
Too familiar and it's so tragic
Trying to change for the better
But steadily getting haunted by my old habits
Voice muffled in economy class
Poison
die or go to the pen
But when a playa die, he's to the Playa Ball (To the Playa's Ball)
A big party in the sky waiting for us all
So at the funeral,
sleeping or snore
Gotta shut down the stores
No campfire s'mores
But what I'm wanting more
Is for us all to ignore
The tensions that's building
Call me
(Holy god)
But now Im praying standing up honoring George Floyd (Rest in peace)
We all gotta stand for some or we'll fall for nothing
Ima Protest and use
have found us more out in the town
Fucking around
Putting our names into the pavement when we pee on the ground
This album is a classic
Jurassic Park
He jumps in his bireau heading down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana River
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He
On the dawnin' of the day The West was One
Day away from livin' on a history page
Ain't it fittin' how they're fixin'
To be winnin' a race and the rest of us are
you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me
wrong and my sins all latching
Don’t know if the code that we know is actually
For us
Real catastrophe,
Cropping us off for unlimited casualties
Watching
lead us to Mac
And rest in peace to those who couldn't see my debut
Prodigy in album mode you'll see albums soon
But i ain't even finished yet cuz
I been
gonna see her next
Living life in the cities breast
I suck the tiddies
Till I see a cheque
Mother mother I'm too detached
Big fish never see the net
of the dope stuff
So in the record store, you can't pass by us
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC
And hold on so you just don't lose it
As a reference, for
nigga make better a album than you
How a fat nigga get a bitch badder than you
How a big nigga got shows bigger than you
How I'm moving? bigger than you
minds twisted
No rest for the wicked, fill my glass I'm sipping
To fade fast, ain't a damn thing different
When I wake up she's still gone, days missing
for me
That never rains in the sun and everybody got love
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for
some hash took the stash, left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Heron, Buntry too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop
shall be saved
If u ain't for Christ then u in the way
We missionaries on a fishing trip
The Word of God on my fishing stick
That bread of life is my fish
Looking for the source of things
It ain't about shiny rings that hold trophies up
Think about what had banded us, bonded us
Abandonment
Sautered trust in
Looking for the source of things
It ain't about shiny rings that hold trophies up
Think about what had banded us, bonded us
Abandonment
Sautered trust in
and eat the fish
You won't feel safe in the same place as us
We make niggas want to stay far away from us
We make bitches panties wet, they pray for us
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